The truth isn't always to most exciting version of things, or the best, or the worst. It's somewhere inbetween. But it deserves to be heard and remembered. 'The truth will out', like someone said once. It remains.

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star-
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I'd be soaring in flight.